I walked in, my short red plaid skirt that seemed so fashionable in my home town seemed to shrink in embaressment here. Long flowt pink and purple dresses, girls adorned in sequin, glitter, tatoos, body jewels and fake lashes.
They all looked so.... no, not beautiful, so... put together. I swallowed nervously as I sat down at the end of a long table. My dark brown hair was up in a high ponytail and my face clean of any type of cosmetic. I twisted my silver ring on my index finger nervously feeling five pairs of mascara laden eyes looking at me.
I didn't know whether to smile, say hello or act like I didn't notice. I just looked at them for a moment before pulling a magazine out of my bag, I had been reading it for a good five minutes before I realized it was my boyfriend's bike racing latest edition. I blushed a deep crimson hoping they hadn't noticed.
I managed to look up somehow, it was strange. I wasn't scared of the interviews, the open calls, the agencies, I was scared of the models. Those tall, willowy, unearthly creatures I could never quite place myself with. But i was trying, and someday I would. What I saw were five girls, all staring in mirrors, perfecting flawless make-up and hair-spray thickened hair. Was I in my element? Or was I swimming in water destined to suck me under?
The two girls next to me starting giggling. One had slipped her shorts off and was letting the other one finger her. I averted my gaze only to see a naked male model walk by.
Then they started to cut my hair. I swallowed nervously, I didn't have a mirror to look in. They styled it, and set it. And then I left with directions on what time to be there the next day.
They seemed more alive the next day. I felt more dead. They all laughed with each other, they all played with each others new hair-do's. I sat back and watched from a corner. All of a sudden I realized one of those creatures had reached her hand out to me in a greeting, "Hi! I'm Gwendolynn, Call me Gwen. You're new huh?" I nodded, she wasn't so pretty up close. Blond hair brushed back from her face tinted with pink. Her lip gloss was beautiful, thick, her even white teeth gleamed beautifully at me with her small smile.
"Yeah, I'm getting my hair dyed red soon and some make-up put on..." I said as she sat down next to me arranging her pretty pink dress around her thin legs.
"Cool." She smiled as she pulled a compact out of her small white bag and examined her long eyelashes for clumps.
Then they did my make-up. When I looked in the mirror I gasped, and I reached up to touch my face. The lip gloss. I looked just like them. Unreal, my face looked perfect, like a piece of art. And there were no more stares for the awkward girl. I fit it.
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